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Life's Testsan independant spark from heaven's bright throne, by which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone. One who in a perilous emergency thinks with his legs. inflicted by a sharp knife, heal more quickly than wounds inflicted by a sharp tongue. When I want to speak let me think first; Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? If not, let it be left unsaid. is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving. that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning. it decays and ruins the wall it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports. keeping close to us when we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade. the substance indeed is there, but the color is faded and the perfume gone. reciprocal benevolence, which inclines each party to be solicitous for the welfare of the other as for his own. This equality of affection is created and preserved by a similarity of disposition and manners. to live a life of suspense, it is the life of a spider. has all the blindness of a bat. The wrong thing at the tempting moment. in order that we may hear more and speak less. and it will someday keep you. The more he saw, the less he spoke, the less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old owl? do like the man who said, "When I feel like finding fault, I always being with myself and then I never get any further." First a person who says something down right nasty about you and second, a dear 'friend' who makes sure you have heard about it immediately. He is only trying to cut you down to his own size. once let it loose and it does not return. And so much bad in the best of us, That it ill becomes any of us To find fault with the rest of us. is no better than an ass that is loaded down with books. in the markets of slaves and who fattens on gossip and misfortune and crime? If so, you are like a ravenous vulture preying upon rotting carrion. you present him with a part of your heart. If he posssesses a great soul, he thanks you; if he possesses a small one, he belittles you. Is of naught but clamor and woe And strife. She is but the web of The Spider, the tunnel of the mole and I have found it only in a little corner with a little book. or you may not have a chance to read them at all. There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it ill becomes any of us to find fault with the rest of us. but I never met one I did'nt like. the sins that we have not committed. the diligence and vigilance of the best nurse; and the tenderness and patience of the best mother. than a king who did not love reading. and the graceful courtesy of princes. Men won't watch it either. others to be swallowed and a few to be chewed and digested. you can buy all the Beethoven sonatas and listen to them for the rest of your life. The classic that the world has lost. The book that I never wrote. Oversleeping keeps a lot of dreams from coming true. not by their profession. I would not miss one single, heart pang, or throbbing brow; Sweet was the chastisement severe, And sweet its now. Amelia E. Barr Mae West Mae West you miss all the fun. Katherine Hepburn men won't watch it either. Unknown Unknown are a little peppery. Unknown enable them to misunderstand eachother. Unknown conversation is feminine. Unknown The early bird may simply have been up all night. Unknown believe her love is blind, all his faults are locked securely, in a closet of her mind. Unknown ~Unknown Unknown are always seen in groups. A good principle was never found solitary in any breast. Jane Porter men see far into heaven" Beecher Voltaire Kahlil Gibran Who seduces us with her beauty~ But he who knows her wiles Will flee her enchantment. Kahlil Gibran you present him with a part of your heart. If he possesses a great soul, he thanks you; if he possesses a small one, he belittles you. Kahlil Gibran When love and skill work together expect a masterpiece. Ruskin By the very manner inwhich you speak. By the way you employ your leisure time and by the way you use a dollar or a dime. You tell what you are by the things you wear, by the spirit in which your burdens you bear. By the kinds of things at which you laugh, by the records you play on the phonograph. You tell what you are by the way you walk, by the things you delight to talk, by the manner in which you bear defeat, by so simple a thing as how you eat. By the books you choose from a wall filled shelf, in these ways and more you tell on yourself. So, there's really no sence, of an effort to keep pretence." |
